A/N E/O Drabble Challenge: Dawn. Are Dean's eyes too big for his stomach? A belated happy birthday to Laedie Duske and many thanks to Wynefred for her help fine-tuning the ending.

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Always Room for More

by CFEditor

The "All-You-Can-Eat" buffet, open till dawn, had the signs of a personal Winchester apocalypse. Dean sat, plates piled with meatloaf wedges, mashed potato mounds, barbecue chicken wings and three helpings of Ed Drabble's Amazing Apple Pie.

"Dean, you can't possibly eat all that..."

"Come on, dude... there's always room for more pie," Dean said, chewing on a pastry, juices dripping down his chin.

"That's sick, Dean."

"No," he quipped, "That's living."

Later that night, a pasty Dean ate those words on his first run for the toilet. "How's that pie tasting now?" Sam asked. Dean glared, giving him the finger.